The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 170 Recovery
Stonewall Camp, secret room in the house.

The painful groan that sounded in his ears did not affect Qin Zhiming's actions.

He handed the dagger to Fan Jiu and asked Fan Jiu to cut off Chen Youhuang's feet.

The dagger pierced through the skin, flesh and bones without any hindrance, separating the feet from the calves.

Throwing his feet on the ground, Fan Jiu walked to the wooden barrel and reached his hand into the blood to feel around.

With a swish, a left arm emerged from the liquid.

“The physique of a bone-training warrior is indeed strong, and the blood and energy in this left arm is still vigorous.

If it were an ordinary person's limbs, they would have rotted and turned smelly long ago."

Fan Jiu came to Chen Youhuang's left side with his left arm raised, and placed his left arm on the stone platform.

"Bear with it, your wound is not smooth, I need to fix it a little bit."

Fan Jiu continued to cut off Chen Youhuang's skin, flesh and bones as if he was carving.

Chen Youhuang's face turned red with pain, and he couldn't help but shout out:

"what!!!!!"

After the repair, Fan Jiu looked at the wound carefully.

As he examined it, he used magic and a dagger to repair the broken part of his left arm on the stone platform.

"Almost done, let's try it first."

Fan Jiu slowly moved his left arm to the location of Chen Youhuang's wound.

Then, a ball of white water gushed out of his right hand and penetrated into the wound.

"The bones are connected, and the next step is the skin, flesh, tendons and veins."

As Fan Jiu put down the dagger, he covered the wound with both hands.

Chen Youhuang suddenly felt a nauseous feeling in his heart, as if countless maggots were slowly drilling into the wound on his left arm.

"Stop! Stop!"

He couldn't help but start shouting wildly, his eyes turned white, foam came out of his mouth, and he slammed the back of his head against the stone platform.

Qin Zhiming frowned:
"How did it become like this?"

“I don’t know, I didn’t have this reaction when I transformed myself.

Maybe it's because his mind wants to resist the evil spirit?"

"Evil?"

“Yes, the essence of corpse manipulation is to use the evil energy that contains my mind to transform the dead flesh and bones, so that my mind can be integrated into it.

The human mind is composed of thoughts and reactions. The former are arbitrary, while the latter are unconscious.

When people encounter danger, their heart rate will speed up, blood flow will become faster, and their speed and strength will be increased.

This is a reaction of the mind that unconsciously controls the body in order to improve people's ability to avoid or resolve danger.

I wondered if it was because Chen Youhuang’s mind sensed the presence of evil spirits and mistakenly thought that I was fighting for control of his body.

Using reaction, forcing the body to resist the evil spirit, trying to interrupt the treatment in a drastic way. "

After listening to this, Qin Zhiming stretched out his right hand, with a thin layer of white light emitting from his palm, and pressed it against Chen Youhuang's forehead.

Since Chen Youhuang's body is resisting the evil spirit, let it not be aware of the existence of the evil spirit.

I just don’t know if this trick is effective?
Unexpectedly, Qin Zhiming's trick worked.

Chen Youhuang gradually returned to normal, and when he came to his senses, Fan Jiu had already reattached his left arm.

"Does it hurt?"

Fan Jiu used a long needle made of white water to pierce his left arm.

Seeing that Chen Youhuang did not react, he continued to use evil magic to transform his left arm.

This time, with the effectiveness of Qin Zhiming's magic, Chen Youhuang no longer felt nauseous, but just felt a little numb and itchy.

"I feel it! I feel it! I feel pain."

Chen Youhuang laughed out loud, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye, and he felt a stinging pain in his left arm.

Looking at Chen Youhuang's trembling left little finger, Fan Jiu and Qin Zhiming looked at each other and smiled slightly.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Youhuang regained the feeling of his left arm, right hand and feet.

Fan Jiu was sweating profusely, but his face was also full of smiles.

After this collision of life and death, his corpse manipulation skills will surely reach a higher level in the future. With this thought in mind, Fan Jiu let out a long sigh and patted Chen Youhuang's calf:

“Blood Dragon is at the Bone Refining Stage, his hands and feet will be unusually heavy for you.

Drink more medicines that activate qi and blood on a daily basis, and use internal energy to continuously flush your hands and feet.

When you are able to move freely, you will have more power than you can imagine."

Qin Zhiming took back the internal energy that controlled Chen Youhuang, took off his own long gown and gave it to Chen Youhuang.

He picked up Chen Youhuang, went to the yard, and put him on the recliner under the tree.

"You rest here for a while, Brother Fan and I still have some work to do.

Stop looking at me like that, it's disgusting, find a wife as soon as possible."

Qin Zhiming laughed and scolded Chen Youhuang, asking him to retract his grateful look, then turned around and went back to the secret room.

"Brother Fan, are you okay? Can you continue?"

Fan Jiu nodded and looked at the white tights on Qin Zhiming:
"How is it? Is Lord Nie's leather comfortable to wear? Doesn't this white color look good?
I searched all the cloth shops in the county town before I found such a good dye that does not fade.

Qin Zhiming grinned:
“Hahahahahahaha, Brother Fan is not only a doctor, he’s also a good tailor.

It’s very comfortable and won’t break no matter how much you move around.”

After he finished speaking, he walked to the barrel and pulled out two thighs and a torso.

Throwing it onto the stone platform, Qin Zhiming turned his gaze to Fan Jiu.

“Could you please trouble Brother Fan again and become a blacksmith?

I don't ask for much, just a bow and some arrows."

Fan Jiu pondered for a moment, then turned and left.

"Then let me rest for a while. Even a mule needs time to eat grass and rest."

Qin Zhiming laughed and hurriedly followed Fan Jiu, putting his arm around his shoulder.

"It's my fault. Eat first, get enough food and sleep, then we can talk about other things."

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At night, darkness covers the sky.

Cui Jingshan led the convoy to an open space.

There were many people in the open space, working by the light of the moon.

Someone was in charge of carrying the mountains of sealed barrels.

Someone took great pains to pour the thick liquid from the bucket into the ball in his hand.

Someone carefully stuffed the bulging rubber ball into a large net.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone! We'll be fighting tomorrow night anyway, so there's no need to rush. Just fill your stomach first!"

Cui Fu got off the carriage with a flattering smile on his face and directed the servants to take out the barrels from the carriage.

He opened two large barrels, and heat and fragrance rose up and filled the air.

The two large buckets contained hot steamed buns and fatty meat covered with sauce.

Everyone who was busy on the open space stopped what they were doing and looked at the convoy.

Cui Jingshan waved to the leader, called him aside, and gave him some instructions.

The leader smiled and nodded repeatedly, then shouted towards the open space:
"Wipe your hands! Come and eat! If you want to drink, drink less! Don't delay!"

Before he finished speaking, everyone had already rushed to the carriage, scrambling to grab food.

Seeing this, Cui Jingshan winked at Cui Fu.

Cui Fu understood what he meant, and taking advantage of the chaos among the crowd, he led a dozen nimble and strong men and rushed straight to the sealed barrels.

Taking advantage of the cover of night and the chaos, they successively replaced the large barrels that had been prepared in the carriage, which were exactly the same as those on the open ground.

Cui Jingshan used sweet words to attract everyone's attention, arouse their emotions, and make them drink happily.

Half an hour later, the convoy gradually went away, leaving behind only a group of drunkards.

(End of this chapter)